Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.